Post by crann on Jan 24, 2019 21:34:45 GMT -6
The camera follows a limousine as it pulls into the parking garage of New Orleans' Smoothie King Center, coming to a halt just near the arena doors.
The door to the limo opens and out from it steps Resistance's General Manager, Drake Maverick. Dapper as always, Drake pauses beside the vehicle and looks toward the entrance of the garage before adjusting his bow tie and heading for the doors. As he opens them, an assistant rushes up to him.
ASSISTANT
Welcome, sir. Are you ready, sir? Everything is ready to proceed as discussed at the previous board meeting. And remember, there is to be absolutely no discussion as to the fu--
Drake raises a finger to his lips and "shushes" the assistant. He takes the clipboard the assistant is holding and pores over her notes. Then he nods and runs a hand over his slicked-back hair.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Yes. I'm ready. The Universe isn't going to like the news I've got to share... not all of it. But with the board's approval of a tag team division, that will hopefully make the pill a little bit less bitter.
Drake pauses, adjusts the cuffs of his suit jacket, and exhales deeply.
It's time to say goodbye to my baby.
With that, Resistance's General Manager steps out of frame, leaving the assistant to watch as he walks toward gorilla. The show then transitions to its opening sequence.
The opening pyro for Resistance pops off all around the stage and along the ramp as the fans cheer wildly for the new episode of the Ultimate Wrestling Federation's newest brand! The cameras sweep the crowd, showing cheering fans sporting merchandise belonging to various superstars and more than a few signs proclaiming one or the other of Resistance's many athletes to be its best. Finally, the scene comes to rest on the commentary table where Mauro Ranallo and Matt Striker are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to UWF Resistance coming LIVE to you tonight from the Smoothie King Center in New Orleans, Louisiana!
Matt Striker: And what an exciting night we have here tonight in the Big Easy, with the Royal Rumble looming on the horizon!
Mauro Ranallo: For starters, we've got not one but two tag-team clashes planned for the night. The first will see on again-off again allies Velveteen Dream and Marty Scurll pair off to fight two men who have little love for one another in Drew McIntyre and Jeff Hardy!
Matt Striker: Meanwhile, we'll see the International and European champions team up to fight Vinny Marseglia and Scott Steiner in the second tag match, as well as a pair of debuts from Matt Sydal and Joey Ryan against the Proletariat Boar of Moldova and Jey Uso, respectively.
Mauro Ranallo: But first, we've got an important announcement from Resistance General Manager Drake Maverick. And here he comes!
As the music hits the soundsystem the crowd erupts in a huge pop. From the back, the General Manager emerges, a smile worn on his face as he heads down the ramp toward the ring.
On his way to the ring, Maverick claps the outstretched palms of a few fans. He rounds the squared circle and jogs up the steps, entering the ring, and then produces a microphone from inside his suit jacket and turns it on. The fans are still cheering, so Drake indulges for a few minutes before finally raising his hand so he can speak.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you. Thank you. For the past several months, you and the many thousands of fans like you have been incredibly supportive of everything we have tried to do here with Resistance. When this brand was announced and I was named General Manager I had but one objective, and that was to make certain that every week, week in and week out, we put on the best damned wrestling program in the world. We didn't always achieve that lofty goal, but we hit more often than not and I am immensely proud of that achievement. But now, circumstances have changed. The UWF stands at a precipice, and I admit that the news I have come to share... some of it is good, and some of it is not.
The fans react in a mostly mixed way to this announcement. Drake nods, pacing in the ring. He continues.
We'll start with the good news. After much conversation with the UWF Board of Directors, I have been cleared to announce that, after the Royal Rumble, we will officially be reintroducing the much-desired and highly anticipated UWF Tag Division! There was a time, years ago, when the UWF was the ultimate destination for tag team wrestling and the board would like to once again claim that title. We have been scouring the independents for the best tag teams working in the world today and, as you are all aware, already have some of the very best tag team talent on our payroll. And in the weeks ahead, we will be doing our best to showcase that talent leading up to an exclusive UWF Tag Team Invitational Tournament. That is all I am permitted to disclose at this time, but there will be more details to share in the coming weeks, so I encourage you all to stay tuned right here and on Revolution.
A loud pop from the fans at this announcement, and it brings a genuine smile to Drake's face for a moment. But then, his expression sours as he remembers the rest of the news he has to share and he raises his hand to ask for calm. The fans settle, and Drake raises the microphone to speak again, but then...
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! That's the music of Revolution General Manager Stone Cold Steve Austin!
Matt Striker: What? Whats he doing here?!?
Stone Cold bursts out onto the stage to another huge pop from the crowd, who are now rather suddenly getting more than they bargained for as he marches in his no-nonsense way right on down the ramp to the ring. Austin jogs up the steps and enters, passing by Maverick to climb a turnbuckle and throw up the digits. He does this in each of the corners, then climbs down and catches a mic before turning it on to say his piece.
Stone Cold: Hell of an announcement ya just made there, kid, but you an’ Stone Cold know that’s not the only thing ya came out here ta’ say. Now maybe it’s because I’ve got a damn good buzz goin’ on, maybe it’s because I was an asshole at Judgment Day, but Stone Cold wants ta’ take the burden of making that other announcement off yer shoulders. The board has decided that effective over the next few weeks, the Resistance brand will cease to exist.
The crowd heavily boos this announcement as Drake hangs his head.
Matt Striker: What? Resistance will be folding? I don't understand!
Mauro Ranallo: ...this is terrible news.
Austin continues after some of the heat has died down.
Now, with that bein’ said, let Stone Cold say that he endorses the idea a’ you stickin’ around in some capacity. Whether the board decides ya’ do that or not is outta my hands, but I think they damn well should. But hell, let’s not dwell on what’s comin’ ta’ pass and rack our brains on ‘what ifs’. If you want Stone Cold and Drake Maverick ta’ have a beer in this sumbitch, gimme a hell yeah!
Forgetting their disdain for a moment, they respond with a, “Hell yeah!”
Alright then. Barkeep, Stone Cold and Mister Maverick are thirsty!
Austin turns and motions to ringside as he’s tossed a few of his famous Steveweisers. Drake takes a few and opens them as the two men toast, Austin tilting his head back and pouring his into his mouth as Drake consumes his in a bit more refined a manner. As Stone Cold discards his empty cans, he suddenly kicks Drake in the stomach and drops him with a Stone Cold Stunner!
Mauro Ranallo: Stunner! Stunner! Stone Cold just dropped Drake Maverick!
Matt Striker: What does it all mean?
The fans pop at the display in spite of their love for Drake as Austin gets down on the canvas and shouts some inaudible insults at his fellow General Manager before rolling out of the ring to head up the ramp. The fans are left uneasy as Drake slowly recovers in the middle of the ring and hobbles away, dejected and ashamed.
We go outside the arena where CM Punk has been forced to watch the announcement just made due to the suspension. He paces back & forth as a camera man comes to try to get an exclusive interview for UWF.com. Punk seems irritated at first but finally speaks.
Ladies & Gentlemen, at Judgement Day you witnessed one of the most atrocious acts one of the most blatantly obvious acts of colusion that one has seen since the likes of the Montreal Screwjob. A act that in my belief was orchestrated between Drake & Jimmy Uso. A act meant to try to embarrass me, a act meant to try to take away what's rightfully mine. Here's the kicker, & something I think everyone should pay awfully close attention to cause Im stuck standing outside the arena instead of being in the middle of my ring giving you exactly what you paid for. The chance to watch THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME perform. You're angry & quite frankly, but to be honest Im not just angry. No, Im pissed off. The kicker is that Im suspended for making a statement, one that I clearly told everyone I was going to make yet guys like Jimmy Uso still have a win in the win column & a inadept ref still has a job.
I mean where do they find these guys? Did they hire the same referees from a New Orleans Saints playoff game? My foot was so blatantly on the ropes that Ray Charles could of seen it. The fact of the matter is this, that Becky Lynch & myself are suspended for doing something that no one else had the balls to do. Believe me, this isn't even close to being over now. Jimmy Uso if you want to go to war, then I have no problem killing off the cancer that is your family lineage. I will purge you from this business. Chair shot after chair shot, GTS after GTS. I dont care if you bring your father, your brother, your sister or your mother. You can bring Dwayne for all I give a damn. I warned you Jimmy that this isnt the fight that you want.
As for you Drake, you can suspend me. You can take away access to the building or freeze funds to my bank account. You can place me on a no compete clause if I decide to leave this company like Ive already proven once before. You need me more then I need you. You couldn't even keep alive your own brand let alone this entire company. Youre no different then Daniel Bryan or Paul. You need CM Punk. So I'll be back to deal with Jimmy & you personally.
I..
Out of no where a foot appears hitting CM Punk right in the chin. The camera pans over revealing the attack to come from Jimmy Uso. He stares intently at CM Punk who is laid out on the loading ramp.
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Michael Buffer: From Saint Louis Missouri, residing in Clear Water Tampa Florida, weighing in at 185 pounds , he is reborn Matt Sydal.
Hipster Shakes by Black Pistol Fire blares over the P.A. System as Matt Sydal jogs out to the stage, he bows his head and clasps his hands in a praying taunt then raises his arms with twin peace sign hand gesture and jogs down the aisle high-fiving as many fans as possible on both sides, he does his signature slide through the bottom ring rope and gets in gesturing to his forehead to his third eye as he climbs up each turnbuckle corner.
Michael Buffer: And the opponent, already in the ring... representing the World Warriors, the Proletariat Boar of MOLDOVA!
A modest pop as Boar steps out from the corner with one hand raised in a victory pose while he adjusts his mask. He then steps back and waits for the bell.
DING DING DING!
The proletariat boar and Matt Sydal start off with the Boar swinging with a wild right hook which Sydal deftly moves under and begins kicking him in the legs. He nails a kick to the knee of the boar which sends the big man down to one knee. Matt rebounds off of the ropes and delivers a huge dropkick to the body of the boar which sends the beast rolling to the outside hoping to get some time for recovery. That time, however, is short as Sydal dices over the top rope with a huge tope knocking the boar off of his base!
Mauro Ranallo: The athleticism of Matt Sydal is on full display here with that perfect tope con hilo!
Matt Striker: We don't always get high flyers here in the UWF, but when we do, they're incredible to watch.
Sydal wastes no time and grabs the Boar and throws him back into the ring. As Matt Sydal follows him into the ring he is met with a huge big boot to the head by the Boar sending him dazed into a seated position into the corner. Boar gets set up in the opposite corner ready for the Boar Gore. Matt Sydal dizzily gets to his feet and stumbles into the center, Boar rushes and the Gore is countered by Sydal into a Code Red in the center of the ring!
Matt Striker: Code Red and that will set up a finish here, I think.
Matt Sydal hops to his feet looking at the stunned Boar and rushes into the corner climbing to the top rope. He leaps off with a picture-perfect shooting star press landing on the Boar.
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DING DING DING
Here’s your winner...
MATT SYDAL
Mauro Ranallo: Well there you have it. In his debut for Resistance, Matt Sydal shows the world that he's got what it takes to be here by making short work of one of the tallest men in the company.
Matt Striker: That match was so one-sided, Boar was basically just put through the meat grinder.
Sydal celebrates as Boar rolls out of the ring and heads to the back, the fans buzzing over what they've seen and wanting much more. The feed moves along.
Camera shows two victory teams in the back which they where Jimmy and Naomi Discuss about there winning celebration before there next thing}
Naomi: Oh Baby can you believe it we finally defeated Becky and CM Punk at Judgement Day I'm shocked are you babe cause the only thing we need to do is to be the next UWF tag team Champs on any show it could be Resistance or Revolution it doesn't matter though all i want is to be there next tag team Champions for UWF.
Jimmy|Uso: Yeah we all know that we beaten up Punk and your girl Becky Lynch. in our inter gender tag match at Judgement Day but the way you was saying that you and I should try in go for the UWF tag team belts I don't know babe I mean last year when I pinned Punk onto that ring floor he grab the ropes before the Ref even seen the three count and if what they end up going to the ring or meet us back here and ask us for a inter gender tag rematch from Judgement Day.
Naomi: babe look if you and I are gonna work together as a team then we better get in shape cause like your cousin Rock be saying it doesn't matter if you win or not but the point is Jimmy you and I can be a great tag team just like the way you and your brother Jey. did the past year when you two became a three or four time UWF tag Champs so lets go out there and give Punk and Becky Lynch another rematch from Judgement Day on next week's Resistance.
Jimmy|Uso: Are you sure you want to give becky and Cm Punk another rematch from last month on Judgement Day then I guest we don't have a much choice now do we Naomi but I will tell you this though if we win or lose we still the two same victories when we beat them at Judgement Day in a inter gender tag match and now it's gonna be for the No'1 Contender for the UWF tag team titles on the final Resistance on UWF.
Naomi: babe of course we want a rematch from last month at Judgement Day because the Ref didn't seen the three count in that is why this time it will be for the No 1 contender spot for the UWF tag team titles next week on the Resistance.
Jimmy|Uso: if you really want to do this Naomi. then you and I are gonna have to step our game up a little bit alright I mean we have won at Judgement Day with Lynch and Punk at the same f*king time but I will tell you this though after we win our second match next week then you and I could be the next No'1 Contender for the UWF tag team Champs at the next PPV event on UWF.
Naomi/Jimmy: Cause we're the Day one Glow!
{Jimmy and Naomi does a secret hand shake and the show continues}
We are taken down to commentary where Ranallo is standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, earlier this week at a house show some disturbing developments unfolded regarding the New Wyatt Family. I should warn that what you are about to see is more graphic than some of our usual programming.
The scene opens to the arena filled with fireflies as the entrance theme for Wyatt hums to a close, A spotlight is centered right on the three usual faces of the new Wyatt family and a fourth man who is wearing a black hoodie covering his face with a mask... Wyatt sits between all the men in his rocking chair as he addresses the UWF Audience in attendance...
Wyatt: We failed HER on the fiery of judgement day. The day she looked upon the flock and frowned. I the sheppard lead us astray atonement for my sins needed, I need to be forgiven. The flock shall rise once more to heights unimagineable, I would like to introduce you all to the new lamb to our flock. A man almost as sick and twisted as our brother, Jack.She brought him to us as a saviour to lift us back onto tbe path of salvation...
Jack Jester: You're right Bray, The only issue I have with that it wasn't ABIGAIL who brought him to the flock. The man right behind you is no sheep following the herd, He is a predator who has waited for perfect time to strike...
Matt Striker: Wait what?
Bray looks shocked at the betrayal as he is dumped off his rocking chair, Wyatt barely gets to his knees as the hooded man lifts up the rocking chair by the back, The chair is swung down viciously, The chair splinters as it rebounds off the back of Wyatt. Dallas looks on shocked as he goes to turn around the man he is met with a boot to the abdomen by Jester, Bo's head is placed between Jester's legs as he lifts him up vertically before falling down spiking Bo right on the top of his head into the ring canvas...
The hooded man drops the pieces of wood in his hands as he lifts Wyatt to his feet from behind, Bray is spun around before being beheaded by a vicious lariat. The crowd pop as they realise who the move belongs to. The man pulls back on his hood revealing none other than...
Mauro Ranallo: OH MY GOD IT'S JIMMY HAVOC, WHY IS HE HERE AT RESISTANCE. JESTER AND HAVOC ON THE SAME PAGE IT'S A TRUE UNHOLY ALLIANCE...
Jester pushes Bo out of the ring using his foot, Havoc looks on at this as Wyatt stumbles to his knees, Havoc leans over to grab a piece of the broken rocking chair as he looks to offer it to Jester, He shakes his head as he pulls out a long black corkscrew from his waist under his shirt, Jester holds it up as Havoc lifts bother pieces of wood in his hand, Havoc begins raining down shots to the neck and back of Wyatt with the pieces as they begin to splinter off into the skin of Wyatt, One of them breaks forcing Havoc to withdraw his assault as he drops it grabbing the other piece either side as he pulls it back against the neck of Wyatt who is unable to breath, Jester methodically makes his way over to his former leader with the corkscrew in hand..
Jester lifts up the long cork before planting it right between the eyes of Wyatt, He begins to dig in with his utensil as he twist it, Wyatt lets out an audible scream of pain as Havoc and Jester have sadistic smiles on their faces. Jack gestures to let Wyatt go from the choke, Wyatt falls to his knees gasping for breath as blood drips from his head. Both Havoc and Jester run to the ropes as the rebound the both send a knee to the temple, Wyatt folds over before falling back blacked out by the double knee strikes leaving Wyatt unconsious and bloody in the ring... Jack and Jimmy look at eachother pleased with their union as the begin to make their way out of the ring.... The crowd shocked over the ending of the short union of Jester and the Wyatt Family.
The feed brings us back to the show.
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first and already in the ring, from San Francisco, California and representing the Usos... Jey USO!
The fans pop as Jey steps out of the corner, scanning the crowd and nodding in seeming approval. He then steps back into his corner and starts stretching as he waits for his opponent on the night.
Michael Buffer: And the opponent...
Michael Buffer: From Hollywood, California, he calls himself the Sultan of Sleaze... Joey RYAN!
There's a lot of heat as Ryan trots out from the back, wearing the sleaziest smile he possibly can as he heads straight for the ring. After sliding in, he humps the ring canvas twice, then shoots up to his feet and pulls off the ridiculous aviators on his face, folding them and handing them off to someone at ringside before heading to his corner and kicking up on the top ropes in a provocative pose. Jey just smirks as the official performs some pre-match checks and then calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and Ryan closes quick on Uso, the pair tying up near the middle of the ring. Ryan quickly steps out to the side with Uso in an arm wrench, converting it into a wristlock before hitting an arm-feed clothesline that downs Jey. Jey quickly recovers, but Ryan's right there as he does and he hits the Uso with a quick snapmare before locking the now-seated Samoan in a clawhold. Jey fights against the hold, trying to pry loose the fingers, but Ryan's got a vise-like grip so he instead rolls to one knee and strikes out with a forearm to the gut, then another and another before catching Ryan with hands wrapped behind his neck and hitting a sitout jawbreaker. Ryan stumbles for the ropes, bracing himself on the top one, as Jey dashes his way and when Joey turns around he's sent out of the ring with a picture-perfect dropkick!
Matt Striker: The Sultan of Sleaze has been sent packing here and you can tell this Big Easy crowd is down with that!
The fans are, indeed, cheering as Jey runs the ropes opposite, Ryan slowly getting to his feet just in time to be sent crashing back to the floor by a suicide plancha! Jey is quick to his vertical base again and grabs Ryan up off the floor, then bounces his face off the apron before rolling him into the squared circle. Uso slides in after him and pulls him to his feet before using a fist to drive Ryan back into the corner, then whips him into the corner opposite. He follows in hot pursuit, leaping up onto the second rope and pulling Ryan into a DDT clutch before spiking his skull off the canvas! The fans pop as Uso hooks the leg.
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Ryan gets a shoulder up. Jey quickly gets to his feet, pulling Ryan up by the hair, and then sends him off the ropes. Jey doubles over which creates an opening for Ryan and he rolls over top into a sunset flip powerbomb! There's a massive negative reaction from the crowd as Ryan sits out into a cover attempt of his own.
Mauro Ranallo: There's a lot of people who question Joey Ryan's legitimacy, but he's making a good case for it here tonight.
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Ryan quickly rolls to one knee and then pushes up to a vertical base. He glares down at Jey Uso, and then runs a hand through his perfectly-coiffed hair and blows a kiss to the fans as he starts to "hulk up." With each flex, the bulge in his tights gets a little bit bigger. Jey starts to groggily push up to hands and knees and he throws a strike, but instead he ends up grabbing on to the bulge as Ryan roars triumphantly. The fans boo loudly as the Sultan of Sleaze flexes again and Jey sells serious harm to his hand.
Matt Striker: Hah! The Sultan of Sleaze is giving us all a night to 'member here as he uses HIS member to put this one in the bag!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! Jey Uso's in all kinds of pain.
The ridiculous display continues as Ryan flexes again and again, pivoting each time so another portion of the crowd can see exactly what is happening. He works his angles like the most gifted porn star, but on his final flex, Jey suddenly stops selling the pain and pushes up to his own two feet, then wags the finger of his free hand before smacking Ryan right on the side of the face! Joey stumbles, and when he turns back toward Uso, Jey kicks him right in the groin! Ryan grabs his manly bits and falls to his knees. Uso measures him up and superkicks him in the face as the fans laugh uproariously and Jey jumps on for the cover.
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DING DING DING!
Here is your winner,
JEY USO!
Mauro Ranallo: Jey Uso persevered through some frankly... unorthodox... offense and now he stands triumphant over the Sultan of Sleaze, Joey Ryan.
Matt Striker: I never thought I'd get to call a dick-plex attempt live, but I'm so happy I can check that off my bucket list.
Jey celebrates, climbing a turnbuckle and working the friendly crowd, while Ryan lays out cold in the middle of the ring. It's clear that one man's ambitions fell far short of being realized here tonight. You might say he's really hard up. The feed moves along.
Drake Maverick is in his office watching back the match that his just concluded when a knock at his door gets his attention.
KNOCK KNOCK!
Drake Maverick: Come in.
The door of Drake Maverick’s office swings wide open and Nigel McGuinness walks straight in. He then takes the courtesy of sitting down at the desk, as they are no strangers.
Nigel McGuinness: It’s been a rough couple of weeks Drake. Without Marty, I’ve really not known what to do. I’ve committed so much to the UWF, I’ve tried day in, and day out… but I guess I had to see that day coming inevitably. I just wish things could be different, I wish I had my own say in things. I just… don’t know. I wanted to meet you because of my lack of direction, I don’t know what I’m doing Drake, I don’t know who to trust-.
Drake Maverick: Hold on, slow it down a little. We’ve still got a lot of time. You’re a hell of a talent Nigel, and don’t get me wrong, that will never be undervalued. Just… I don’t know if we have a place for a semi-active wrestler.
Nigel then stares into the eyes of Maverick and then slightly bows his head. There is then an awkward silence as the two of them don’t know what to say.
Nigel McGuinness: So there’s no chance… can I not try, try to work myself back?
Drake Maverick: I’m sorry, what do you mean?
Nigel McGuinness: I… I don’t know. Another opportunity, to prove myself. Surely there’s something I can do?
Drake sighs and looks around the room thinking of things that he can sort out for Nigel to prove himself.
Drake Maverick: So you really want to prove yourself, then? Are you willing to put in some hard work to genuinely prove yourself? Because there's only one place I could think of to give you a shot, and it's not going to be easy. That would be the Royal Rumble.
Nigel McGuinness: Uh- thank you Mr Maverick, that is a great honor to me! I’m so glad you’ll allow me to prove myself once again, and I promise, I won’t let you down.
Nigel gets up and shakes Drake Maverick’s hand and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. He has a bit more of a spring in his step, as he knows that he can prove himself once again.
The Dream's signature ambient music plays in the background as the camera fades to a black room. The Dream walks in looks around and shakes his head. He snaps his fingers and a clip show of his best moments from 2018 play across the screen.
As the clip plays, a voice over of the Dream speaks over.
Velveteen Dream: 2018… 2018 can safely be said that it's over and done with, and throughout 2018 the Dream arrived on the UWF and from day one, the Dream made history. The Dream won gold, the Dream beat the best of the best UWF had to offer, the Dream opened up a business for energy drinks and that's just scratching the surface. You may not like the Dream, but I couldn't care less about what the UWF universe thinks of me. The Dream will do whatever he can to stay on top and it has and will always work out in the end.
The clip show does a semi-fade where you can still see the clips, but the Dream is also visible.
Velveteen Dream: The Velveteen Dream Experience is simple to understand. It's when the Dream shows you what it feels like to be in the presence of greatness. You can only do so much with what you're given and even when management tries to hold you down-
A picture of Maverick and EC3 flash across the screen before going back to the best moments from the Dream of 2018.
Velveteen Dream: You can take inspiration from me; the Velveteen Dream. They tried pushing the Dream to the side, trying to force him to the back of the line, but sometimes you need to fight back, fight against the odds, against your haters and make your dreams a reality, and that's truly what the Velveteen Dream Experience is about. Proving your worth with your presence, skills and charisma. Making the UWF universe want more. They may say they hate you or you suck, but deep down they want more. They enjoy it, and when they boo the Dream, that means the Velveteen Dream is doing his job correctly.
Velveteen Dream: In 2018 the Dream was European champion and Prime Time champion. He sat so many naysayers down and proved to them why he's the best… But there's one person who won't go away...
Velveteen Dream: Jeff “the Charismatic Enigma” Hardy.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream didn't beat him just once, but twice! Yet he keeps coming back for more and this time he's bringing the Scottish Psychopath with him. A person who lost clean against Billy Gunn, so the Dream is bringing his European partner as well. His name? Marty Scurll.
Velveteen Dream: Villainous Dreams are taking over and tonight is the night we stake our claim against some of the best Drake Maverick has to offer. Maverick wants to punish us for Judgement Day, but what he fails to realise the only people he's punishing is Hardy and McIntyre when the Velveteen Dream and Marty Scurll break their sternum and their fingers.
The Dream smirks as he is still semi visible through the playing clips. The clip show finally comes to an end leaving us with the Dream and his smirk.
Velveteen Dream: 2019 is gonna be another great year for the Dream and the year of the Villainous Dreams.
The camera cuts to another angle as Dream whispers “2019”.
The camera cuts back to the hard camera as the Dream looks to face it again ending the promo with these words:
DREAM OVER!
The titantron cuts from the UWF Resistance graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Jeff Hardy.
The Charismatic Enigma comes in, already dressed in his gear and ready to compete. He looks focused as ever, and so Renee gets right to it.
Young: Jeff, tonight you're teaming up with Drew McIntyre to take on Marty Scurll and Velveteen Dream. You and your partner are both coming off of losses at Judgement Day and have something of a - let's call it "strained" history. Are these factors you're worried about at all heading into the match?
Hardy: Worried? Nah. First off, me and McIntyre can work together just fine. Yeah, we had a match against each other not too long ago and it got a little heated, but that's just things how are in pro-wrestling, Renee. We're not all gonna be friends all the time. We're here to compete, and that's what we did, and it's in the past. We're not gonna be drivin' to towns together or hanging our after this, and we'll probably be fighting again before too long, but tonight's what's important.
I've been around the block a few times before, and Drew? Look at what he did last year. He came back to the UWF and went on a tear as the first ever UWF Prime Time Champion. The guy knows how to win. He knows what it takes to be successful in this sport. So even if it's just for one night, one match, I know we can put whatever differences we have aside so that we can handle business. No problem. No worries.
Young: And about both of you losing at Judgement Day?
Hardy: Right, right. I can't really speak for Drew. He sure as hell doesn't need me to make any excuses for him. What I will say is that some people called Billy Gunn winning an upset, so I imagine Drew is still pretty upset. The Scottish Psychopath isn't the guy you wanna fight when he's angry. I expect we're gonna see as dangerous a version of him as ever, and that's fine by me.
Jeff pauses, reflecting on his own defeat at the last pay-per-view before going on.
Now... um, yeah. Yeah. It sucks. It sucks getting screwed over again. It sucks watching Velveteen Dream parade the UWF Prime Time Championship around like it's something he earned instead of something he stole. It sucks that I haven't made good on my promise to humble him - yet. I don't expect Drake Maverick is about to hand me another title match and that's fair. Dream might not be a worthy champion, but lord knows, there's a long line of contenders who have earned their opportunity to be. But tonight I get at least one more crack at him. Not for the belt, no, but at least... well...
I hate to use a word like "revenge" cause it's so toxic and negative. That said, Dream's due for a beatdown and Marty's earned one, too. Their little tricks and games only work when they can sneak around in the shadows like rats. Now they're out in the open and right in front of me. Nowhere to hide, and I'm wise to the act now. Whatever talent they have between them, and I'll admit, I think there's some there - but they're used to shortcuts and the low road and the easy, lazy way out. They're not prepared for a real right, and that's exactly what I plan on giving them tonight. I've got a bone to pick with Dream and an ax to grind with Marty I owe to them and to myself to fighter harder than ever now.
Young: Alright. Moving on to what's next, the Royal Rumble is just around the corner - will you be participating?
Hardy: Honestly Renee, I try not to look past what's right in front of me. I've got a big match tonight and I'm a hundred percent focused on that. The Royal Rumble match is one of the highlights of the wrestling year. It would be an honour to be a part of that, but that's not my call. I will say that I don't turn down huge opportunities, and that I still feel like I have a lot to prove in this company and in my career as a whole. I plan on showing that today, and any time I'm lucky enough to have the chance to in the future.
Young: Fair enough. Well, thank you for your time Jeff and good luck in your match tonight.
Hardy: Yep. Thanks.
Hardy nods and walks away while Renee signs off. Resistance continues elsewhere.
Michael Buffer: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
McIntyre's theme blares throughout the arena as the crowd boo as McIntyre makes his way to the ring, his menacing mug getting plenty of camera time. When he hits the foot of the ramp he walks right up to the apron and reaches, grabbing the top rope and using it to pull himself up before entering over it and heading right for a turnbuckle where he poses for the crowd.
That done, McIntyre descends and waits in his corner for the arrival of his tag team partner and the opponents.
Michael Buffer: And his partner...
A dissonant, down-tuned hum buzzes through the PA, slowly taking sonic shape in harmony with a blur on titantron transforming into a highlight reel for wrestling's legendary daredevil...
Jeff Hardy runs out on to the ramp, waving his arms around as the fans scream and chant his name. Strobe lights haphazardly illuminate his illustrated face, a mask of war paint that serves to highlight the intensity and devil-may-care nature of the soul beneath it.
Buffer: Weighing in at 225 pounds... from Cameron, North Carolina... "The Charismatic Enigma" Jeff Hardy!
Hardy slides under the bottom rope and quickly climbs to the turnbuckle, leaning precariously over the edge, arms spread as the Resistance fans cheer for him. Tool's rhythmic frenzy blares in the background as Jeff scans the arena, taking in the energy of the people as he prepares to wrestle the match as though it were his last.
Michael Buffer: Introducing their opponents...
“TICK TICK TOCK, THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS GRINNING EAR TO EAR BABY,
TICK TICK TOCK THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS COUNTING DOWN…
TICK, TICK STOP!”
The music of the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll strikes into the building as the beat continues of the song. A mixed reaction is gave towards the Villain as he walks out of the curtain with a firm sneer in his villainous ways.
Michael Buffer: “From Cambridge, England, weighing in tonight at 183 lbs, he is "The Villain"! MAAAAAAAARTY SCURRRRRLL!”
The powerful figure stand on top of the stage as they look around at the audience they’re here to be in front of. Marty walks confidently to prove his dominance to the UWF Universe. He points his umbrella down the ramp to the ring as he slowly raises it back over his head.
Marty climbs through the ropes. Marty does so and then runs to the opposite side, knocking off his mask and hat in the process, throwing his umbrella up in the air for the UWF Universe’s mixed ovation.
He then takes to the rest of the ring bouncing off the ropes for all of the sides of the arena to get a sight of the Villain before his in ring competition. He then settles down, gives his mask and fur coat to the referee but places his umbrella carefully in the corner.
Michael Buffer: And his partner...
YOW!
The door to the limo opens and out from it steps Resistance's General Manager, Drake Maverick. Dapper as always, Drake pauses beside the vehicle and looks toward the entrance of the garage before adjusting his bow tie and heading for the doors. As he opens them, an assistant rushes up to him.
ASSISTANT
Welcome, sir. Are you ready, sir? Everything is ready to proceed as discussed at the previous board meeting. And remember, there is to be absolutely no discussion as to the fu--
Drake raises a finger to his lips and "shushes" the assistant. He takes the clipboard the assistant is holding and pores over her notes. Then he nods and runs a hand over his slicked-back hair.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Yes. I'm ready. The Universe isn't going to like the news I've got to share... not all of it. But with the board's approval of a tag team division, that will hopefully make the pill a little bit less bitter.
Drake pauses, adjusts the cuffs of his suit jacket, and exhales deeply.
It's time to say goodbye to my baby.
With that, Resistance's General Manager steps out of frame, leaving the assistant to watch as he walks toward gorilla. The show then transitions to its opening sequence.
The opening pyro for Resistance pops off all around the stage and along the ramp as the fans cheer wildly for the new episode of the Ultimate Wrestling Federation's newest brand! The cameras sweep the crowd, showing cheering fans sporting merchandise belonging to various superstars and more than a few signs proclaiming one or the other of Resistance's many athletes to be its best. Finally, the scene comes to rest on the commentary table where Mauro Ranallo and Matt Striker are standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to UWF Resistance coming LIVE to you tonight from the Smoothie King Center in New Orleans, Louisiana!
Matt Striker: And what an exciting night we have here tonight in the Big Easy, with the Royal Rumble looming on the horizon!
Mauro Ranallo: For starters, we've got not one but two tag-team clashes planned for the night. The first will see on again-off again allies Velveteen Dream and Marty Scurll pair off to fight two men who have little love for one another in Drew McIntyre and Jeff Hardy!
Matt Striker: Meanwhile, we'll see the International and European champions team up to fight Vinny Marseglia and Scott Steiner in the second tag match, as well as a pair of debuts from Matt Sydal and Joey Ryan against the Proletariat Boar of Moldova and Jey Uso, respectively.
Mauro Ranallo: But first, we've got an important announcement from Resistance General Manager Drake Maverick. And here he comes!
As the music hits the soundsystem the crowd erupts in a huge pop. From the back, the General Manager emerges, a smile worn on his face as he heads down the ramp toward the ring.
On his way to the ring, Maverick claps the outstretched palms of a few fans. He rounds the squared circle and jogs up the steps, entering the ring, and then produces a microphone from inside his suit jacket and turns it on. The fans are still cheering, so Drake indulges for a few minutes before finally raising his hand so he can speak.
DRAKE MAVERICK
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you. Thank you. For the past several months, you and the many thousands of fans like you have been incredibly supportive of everything we have tried to do here with Resistance. When this brand was announced and I was named General Manager I had but one objective, and that was to make certain that every week, week in and week out, we put on the best damned wrestling program in the world. We didn't always achieve that lofty goal, but we hit more often than not and I am immensely proud of that achievement. But now, circumstances have changed. The UWF stands at a precipice, and I admit that the news I have come to share... some of it is good, and some of it is not.
The fans react in a mostly mixed way to this announcement. Drake nods, pacing in the ring. He continues.
We'll start with the good news. After much conversation with the UWF Board of Directors, I have been cleared to announce that, after the Royal Rumble, we will officially be reintroducing the much-desired and highly anticipated UWF Tag Division! There was a time, years ago, when the UWF was the ultimate destination for tag team wrestling and the board would like to once again claim that title. We have been scouring the independents for the best tag teams working in the world today and, as you are all aware, already have some of the very best tag team talent on our payroll. And in the weeks ahead, we will be doing our best to showcase that talent leading up to an exclusive UWF Tag Team Invitational Tournament. That is all I am permitted to disclose at this time, but there will be more details to share in the coming weeks, so I encourage you all to stay tuned right here and on Revolution.
A loud pop from the fans at this announcement, and it brings a genuine smile to Drake's face for a moment. But then, his expression sours as he remembers the rest of the news he has to share and he raises his hand to ask for calm. The fans settle, and Drake raises the microphone to speak again, but then...
Mauro Ranallo: MAMMA MIA! That's the music of Revolution General Manager Stone Cold Steve Austin!
Matt Striker: What? Whats he doing here?!?
Stone Cold bursts out onto the stage to another huge pop from the crowd, who are now rather suddenly getting more than they bargained for as he marches in his no-nonsense way right on down the ramp to the ring. Austin jogs up the steps and enters, passing by Maverick to climb a turnbuckle and throw up the digits. He does this in each of the corners, then climbs down and catches a mic before turning it on to say his piece.
Stone Cold: Hell of an announcement ya just made there, kid, but you an’ Stone Cold know that’s not the only thing ya came out here ta’ say. Now maybe it’s because I’ve got a damn good buzz goin’ on, maybe it’s because I was an asshole at Judgment Day, but Stone Cold wants ta’ take the burden of making that other announcement off yer shoulders. The board has decided that effective over the next few weeks, the Resistance brand will cease to exist.
The crowd heavily boos this announcement as Drake hangs his head.
Matt Striker: What? Resistance will be folding? I don't understand!
Mauro Ranallo: ...this is terrible news.
Austin continues after some of the heat has died down.
Now, with that bein’ said, let Stone Cold say that he endorses the idea a’ you stickin’ around in some capacity. Whether the board decides ya’ do that or not is outta my hands, but I think they damn well should. But hell, let’s not dwell on what’s comin’ ta’ pass and rack our brains on ‘what ifs’. If you want Stone Cold and Drake Maverick ta’ have a beer in this sumbitch, gimme a hell yeah!
Forgetting their disdain for a moment, they respond with a, “Hell yeah!”
Alright then. Barkeep, Stone Cold and Mister Maverick are thirsty!
Austin turns and motions to ringside as he’s tossed a few of his famous Steveweisers. Drake takes a few and opens them as the two men toast, Austin tilting his head back and pouring his into his mouth as Drake consumes his in a bit more refined a manner. As Stone Cold discards his empty cans, he suddenly kicks Drake in the stomach and drops him with a Stone Cold Stunner!
Mauro Ranallo: Stunner! Stunner! Stone Cold just dropped Drake Maverick!
Matt Striker: What does it all mean?
The fans pop at the display in spite of their love for Drake as Austin gets down on the canvas and shouts some inaudible insults at his fellow General Manager before rolling out of the ring to head up the ramp. The fans are left uneasy as Drake slowly recovers in the middle of the ring and hobbles away, dejected and ashamed.
We go outside the arena where CM Punk has been forced to watch the announcement just made due to the suspension. He paces back & forth as a camera man comes to try to get an exclusive interview for UWF.com. Punk seems irritated at first but finally speaks.
Ladies & Gentlemen, at Judgement Day you witnessed one of the most atrocious acts one of the most blatantly obvious acts of colusion that one has seen since the likes of the Montreal Screwjob. A act that in my belief was orchestrated between Drake & Jimmy Uso. A act meant to try to embarrass me, a act meant to try to take away what's rightfully mine. Here's the kicker, & something I think everyone should pay awfully close attention to cause Im stuck standing outside the arena instead of being in the middle of my ring giving you exactly what you paid for. The chance to watch THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME perform. You're angry & quite frankly, but to be honest Im not just angry. No, Im pissed off. The kicker is that Im suspended for making a statement, one that I clearly told everyone I was going to make yet guys like Jimmy Uso still have a win in the win column & a inadept ref still has a job.
I mean where do they find these guys? Did they hire the same referees from a New Orleans Saints playoff game? My foot was so blatantly on the ropes that Ray Charles could of seen it. The fact of the matter is this, that Becky Lynch & myself are suspended for doing something that no one else had the balls to do. Believe me, this isn't even close to being over now. Jimmy Uso if you want to go to war, then I have no problem killing off the cancer that is your family lineage. I will purge you from this business. Chair shot after chair shot, GTS after GTS. I dont care if you bring your father, your brother, your sister or your mother. You can bring Dwayne for all I give a damn. I warned you Jimmy that this isnt the fight that you want.
As for you Drake, you can suspend me. You can take away access to the building or freeze funds to my bank account. You can place me on a no compete clause if I decide to leave this company like Ive already proven once before. You need me more then I need you. You couldn't even keep alive your own brand let alone this entire company. Youre no different then Daniel Bryan or Paul. You need CM Punk. So I'll be back to deal with Jimmy & you personally.
I..
Out of no where a foot appears hitting CM Punk right in the chin. The camera pans over revealing the attack to come from Jimmy Uso. He stares intently at CM Punk who is laid out on the loading ramp.
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Michael Buffer: From Saint Louis Missouri, residing in Clear Water Tampa Florida, weighing in at 185 pounds , he is reborn Matt Sydal.
Hipster Shakes by Black Pistol Fire blares over the P.A. System as Matt Sydal jogs out to the stage, he bows his head and clasps his hands in a praying taunt then raises his arms with twin peace sign hand gesture and jogs down the aisle high-fiving as many fans as possible on both sides, he does his signature slide through the bottom ring rope and gets in gesturing to his forehead to his third eye as he climbs up each turnbuckle corner.
Michael Buffer: And the opponent, already in the ring... representing the World Warriors, the Proletariat Boar of MOLDOVA!
A modest pop as Boar steps out from the corner with one hand raised in a victory pose while he adjusts his mask. He then steps back and waits for the bell.
DING DING DING!
The proletariat boar and Matt Sydal start off with the Boar swinging with a wild right hook which Sydal deftly moves under and begins kicking him in the legs. He nails a kick to the knee of the boar which sends the big man down to one knee. Matt rebounds off of the ropes and delivers a huge dropkick to the body of the boar which sends the beast rolling to the outside hoping to get some time for recovery. That time, however, is short as Sydal dices over the top rope with a huge tope knocking the boar off of his base!
Mauro Ranallo: The athleticism of Matt Sydal is on full display here with that perfect tope con hilo!
Matt Striker: We don't always get high flyers here in the UWF, but when we do, they're incredible to watch.
Sydal wastes no time and grabs the Boar and throws him back into the ring. As Matt Sydal follows him into the ring he is met with a huge big boot to the head by the Boar sending him dazed into a seated position into the corner. Boar gets set up in the opposite corner ready for the Boar Gore. Matt Sydal dizzily gets to his feet and stumbles into the center, Boar rushes and the Gore is countered by Sydal into a Code Red in the center of the ring!
Matt Striker: Code Red and that will set up a finish here, I think.
Matt Sydal hops to his feet looking at the stunned Boar and rushes into the corner climbing to the top rope. He leaps off with a picture-perfect shooting star press landing on the Boar.
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DING DING DING
Here’s your winner...
MATT SYDAL
Mauro Ranallo: Well there you have it. In his debut for Resistance, Matt Sydal shows the world that he's got what it takes to be here by making short work of one of the tallest men in the company.
Matt Striker: That match was so one-sided, Boar was basically just put through the meat grinder.
Sydal celebrates as Boar rolls out of the ring and heads to the back, the fans buzzing over what they've seen and wanting much more. The feed moves along.
Camera shows two victory teams in the back which they where Jimmy and Naomi Discuss about there winning celebration before there next thing}
Naomi: Oh Baby can you believe it we finally defeated Becky and CM Punk at Judgement Day I'm shocked are you babe cause the only thing we need to do is to be the next UWF tag team Champs on any show it could be Resistance or Revolution it doesn't matter though all i want is to be there next tag team Champions for UWF.
Jimmy|Uso: Yeah we all know that we beaten up Punk and your girl Becky Lynch. in our inter gender tag match at Judgement Day but the way you was saying that you and I should try in go for the UWF tag team belts I don't know babe I mean last year when I pinned Punk onto that ring floor he grab the ropes before the Ref even seen the three count and if what they end up going to the ring or meet us back here and ask us for a inter gender tag rematch from Judgement Day.
Naomi: babe look if you and I are gonna work together as a team then we better get in shape cause like your cousin Rock be saying it doesn't matter if you win or not but the point is Jimmy you and I can be a great tag team just like the way you and your brother Jey. did the past year when you two became a three or four time UWF tag Champs so lets go out there and give Punk and Becky Lynch another rematch from Judgement Day on next week's Resistance.
Jimmy|Uso: Are you sure you want to give becky and Cm Punk another rematch from last month on Judgement Day then I guest we don't have a much choice now do we Naomi but I will tell you this though if we win or lose we still the two same victories when we beat them at Judgement Day in a inter gender tag match and now it's gonna be for the No'1 Contender for the UWF tag team titles on the final Resistance on UWF.
Naomi: babe of course we want a rematch from last month at Judgement Day because the Ref didn't seen the three count in that is why this time it will be for the No 1 contender spot for the UWF tag team titles next week on the Resistance.
Jimmy|Uso: if you really want to do this Naomi. then you and I are gonna have to step our game up a little bit alright I mean we have won at Judgement Day with Lynch and Punk at the same f*king time but I will tell you this though after we win our second match next week then you and I could be the next No'1 Contender for the UWF tag team Champs at the next PPV event on UWF.
Naomi/Jimmy: Cause we're the Day one Glow!
{Jimmy and Naomi does a secret hand shake and the show continues}
We are taken down to commentary where Ranallo is standing by.
Mauro Ranallo: Ladies and gentlemen, earlier this week at a house show some disturbing developments unfolded regarding the New Wyatt Family. I should warn that what you are about to see is more graphic than some of our usual programming.
The scene opens to the arena filled with fireflies as the entrance theme for Wyatt hums to a close, A spotlight is centered right on the three usual faces of the new Wyatt family and a fourth man who is wearing a black hoodie covering his face with a mask... Wyatt sits between all the men in his rocking chair as he addresses the UWF Audience in attendance...
Wyatt: We failed HER on the fiery of judgement day. The day she looked upon the flock and frowned. I the sheppard lead us astray atonement for my sins needed, I need to be forgiven. The flock shall rise once more to heights unimagineable, I would like to introduce you all to the new lamb to our flock. A man almost as sick and twisted as our brother, Jack.She brought him to us as a saviour to lift us back onto tbe path of salvation...
Jack Jester: You're right Bray, The only issue I have with that it wasn't ABIGAIL who brought him to the flock. The man right behind you is no sheep following the herd, He is a predator who has waited for perfect time to strike...
Matt Striker: Wait what?
Bray looks shocked at the betrayal as he is dumped off his rocking chair, Wyatt barely gets to his knees as the hooded man lifts up the rocking chair by the back, The chair is swung down viciously, The chair splinters as it rebounds off the back of Wyatt. Dallas looks on shocked as he goes to turn around the man he is met with a boot to the abdomen by Jester, Bo's head is placed between Jester's legs as he lifts him up vertically before falling down spiking Bo right on the top of his head into the ring canvas...
The hooded man drops the pieces of wood in his hands as he lifts Wyatt to his feet from behind, Bray is spun around before being beheaded by a vicious lariat. The crowd pop as they realise who the move belongs to. The man pulls back on his hood revealing none other than...
Mauro Ranallo: OH MY GOD IT'S JIMMY HAVOC, WHY IS HE HERE AT RESISTANCE. JESTER AND HAVOC ON THE SAME PAGE IT'S A TRUE UNHOLY ALLIANCE...
Jester pushes Bo out of the ring using his foot, Havoc looks on at this as Wyatt stumbles to his knees, Havoc leans over to grab a piece of the broken rocking chair as he looks to offer it to Jester, He shakes his head as he pulls out a long black corkscrew from his waist under his shirt, Jester holds it up as Havoc lifts bother pieces of wood in his hand, Havoc begins raining down shots to the neck and back of Wyatt with the pieces as they begin to splinter off into the skin of Wyatt, One of them breaks forcing Havoc to withdraw his assault as he drops it grabbing the other piece either side as he pulls it back against the neck of Wyatt who is unable to breath, Jester methodically makes his way over to his former leader with the corkscrew in hand..
Jester lifts up the long cork before planting it right between the eyes of Wyatt, He begins to dig in with his utensil as he twist it, Wyatt lets out an audible scream of pain as Havoc and Jester have sadistic smiles on their faces. Jack gestures to let Wyatt go from the choke, Wyatt falls to his knees gasping for breath as blood drips from his head. Both Havoc and Jester run to the ropes as the rebound the both send a knee to the temple, Wyatt folds over before falling back blacked out by the double knee strikes leaving Wyatt unconsious and bloody in the ring... Jack and Jimmy look at eachother pleased with their union as the begin to make their way out of the ring.... The crowd shocked over the ending of the short union of Jester and the Wyatt Family.
The feed brings us back to the show.
Michael Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first and already in the ring, from San Francisco, California and representing the Usos... Jey USO!
The fans pop as Jey steps out of the corner, scanning the crowd and nodding in seeming approval. He then steps back into his corner and starts stretching as he waits for his opponent on the night.
Michael Buffer: And the opponent...
Michael Buffer: From Hollywood, California, he calls himself the Sultan of Sleaze... Joey RYAN!
There's a lot of heat as Ryan trots out from the back, wearing the sleaziest smile he possibly can as he heads straight for the ring. After sliding in, he humps the ring canvas twice, then shoots up to his feet and pulls off the ridiculous aviators on his face, folding them and handing them off to someone at ringside before heading to his corner and kicking up on the top ropes in a provocative pose. Jey just smirks as the official performs some pre-match checks and then calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
The bell rings and Ryan closes quick on Uso, the pair tying up near the middle of the ring. Ryan quickly steps out to the side with Uso in an arm wrench, converting it into a wristlock before hitting an arm-feed clothesline that downs Jey. Jey quickly recovers, but Ryan's right there as he does and he hits the Uso with a quick snapmare before locking the now-seated Samoan in a clawhold. Jey fights against the hold, trying to pry loose the fingers, but Ryan's got a vise-like grip so he instead rolls to one knee and strikes out with a forearm to the gut, then another and another before catching Ryan with hands wrapped behind his neck and hitting a sitout jawbreaker. Ryan stumbles for the ropes, bracing himself on the top one, as Jey dashes his way and when Joey turns around he's sent out of the ring with a picture-perfect dropkick!
Matt Striker: The Sultan of Sleaze has been sent packing here and you can tell this Big Easy crowd is down with that!
The fans are, indeed, cheering as Jey runs the ropes opposite, Ryan slowly getting to his feet just in time to be sent crashing back to the floor by a suicide plancha! Jey is quick to his vertical base again and grabs Ryan up off the floor, then bounces his face off the apron before rolling him into the squared circle. Uso slides in after him and pulls him to his feet before using a fist to drive Ryan back into the corner, then whips him into the corner opposite. He follows in hot pursuit, leaping up onto the second rope and pulling Ryan into a DDT clutch before spiking his skull off the canvas! The fans pop as Uso hooks the leg.
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Ryan gets a shoulder up. Jey quickly gets to his feet, pulling Ryan up by the hair, and then sends him off the ropes. Jey doubles over which creates an opening for Ryan and he rolls over top into a sunset flip powerbomb! There's a massive negative reaction from the crowd as Ryan sits out into a cover attempt of his own.
Mauro Ranallo: There's a lot of people who question Joey Ryan's legitimacy, but he's making a good case for it here tonight.
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Ryan quickly rolls to one knee and then pushes up to a vertical base. He glares down at Jey Uso, and then runs a hand through his perfectly-coiffed hair and blows a kiss to the fans as he starts to "hulk up." With each flex, the bulge in his tights gets a little bit bigger. Jey starts to groggily push up to hands and knees and he throws a strike, but instead he ends up grabbing on to the bulge as Ryan roars triumphantly. The fans boo loudly as the Sultan of Sleaze flexes again and Jey sells serious harm to his hand.
Matt Striker: Hah! The Sultan of Sleaze is giving us all a night to 'member here as he uses HIS member to put this one in the bag!
Mauro Ranallo: Mamma mia! Jey Uso's in all kinds of pain.
The ridiculous display continues as Ryan flexes again and again, pivoting each time so another portion of the crowd can see exactly what is happening. He works his angles like the most gifted porn star, but on his final flex, Jey suddenly stops selling the pain and pushes up to his own two feet, then wags the finger of his free hand before smacking Ryan right on the side of the face! Joey stumbles, and when he turns back toward Uso, Jey kicks him right in the groin! Ryan grabs his manly bits and falls to his knees. Uso measures him up and superkicks him in the face as the fans laugh uproariously and Jey jumps on for the cover.
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DING DING DING!
Here is your winner,
JEY USO!
Mauro Ranallo: Jey Uso persevered through some frankly... unorthodox... offense and now he stands triumphant over the Sultan of Sleaze, Joey Ryan.
Matt Striker: I never thought I'd get to call a dick-plex attempt live, but I'm so happy I can check that off my bucket list.
Jey celebrates, climbing a turnbuckle and working the friendly crowd, while Ryan lays out cold in the middle of the ring. It's clear that one man's ambitions fell far short of being realized here tonight. You might say he's really hard up. The feed moves along.
Drake Maverick is in his office watching back the match that his just concluded when a knock at his door gets his attention.
KNOCK KNOCK!
Drake Maverick: Come in.
The door of Drake Maverick’s office swings wide open and Nigel McGuinness walks straight in. He then takes the courtesy of sitting down at the desk, as they are no strangers.
Nigel McGuinness: It’s been a rough couple of weeks Drake. Without Marty, I’ve really not known what to do. I’ve committed so much to the UWF, I’ve tried day in, and day out… but I guess I had to see that day coming inevitably. I just wish things could be different, I wish I had my own say in things. I just… don’t know. I wanted to meet you because of my lack of direction, I don’t know what I’m doing Drake, I don’t know who to trust-.
Drake Maverick: Hold on, slow it down a little. We’ve still got a lot of time. You’re a hell of a talent Nigel, and don’t get me wrong, that will never be undervalued. Just… I don’t know if we have a place for a semi-active wrestler.
Nigel then stares into the eyes of Maverick and then slightly bows his head. There is then an awkward silence as the two of them don’t know what to say.
Nigel McGuinness: So there’s no chance… can I not try, try to work myself back?
Drake Maverick: I’m sorry, what do you mean?
Nigel McGuinness: I… I don’t know. Another opportunity, to prove myself. Surely there’s something I can do?
Drake sighs and looks around the room thinking of things that he can sort out for Nigel to prove himself.
Drake Maverick: So you really want to prove yourself, then? Are you willing to put in some hard work to genuinely prove yourself? Because there's only one place I could think of to give you a shot, and it's not going to be easy. That would be the Royal Rumble.
Nigel McGuinness: Uh- thank you Mr Maverick, that is a great honor to me! I’m so glad you’ll allow me to prove myself once again, and I promise, I won’t let you down.
Nigel gets up and shakes Drake Maverick’s hand and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. He has a bit more of a spring in his step, as he knows that he can prove himself once again.
The Dream's signature ambient music plays in the background as the camera fades to a black room. The Dream walks in looks around and shakes his head. He snaps his fingers and a clip show of his best moments from 2018 play across the screen.
As the clip plays, a voice over of the Dream speaks over.
Velveteen Dream: 2018… 2018 can safely be said that it's over and done with, and throughout 2018 the Dream arrived on the UWF and from day one, the Dream made history. The Dream won gold, the Dream beat the best of the best UWF had to offer, the Dream opened up a business for energy drinks and that's just scratching the surface. You may not like the Dream, but I couldn't care less about what the UWF universe thinks of me. The Dream will do whatever he can to stay on top and it has and will always work out in the end.
The clip show does a semi-fade where you can still see the clips, but the Dream is also visible.
Velveteen Dream: The Velveteen Dream Experience is simple to understand. It's when the Dream shows you what it feels like to be in the presence of greatness. You can only do so much with what you're given and even when management tries to hold you down-
A picture of Maverick and EC3 flash across the screen before going back to the best moments from the Dream of 2018.
Velveteen Dream: You can take inspiration from me; the Velveteen Dream. They tried pushing the Dream to the side, trying to force him to the back of the line, but sometimes you need to fight back, fight against the odds, against your haters and make your dreams a reality, and that's truly what the Velveteen Dream Experience is about. Proving your worth with your presence, skills and charisma. Making the UWF universe want more. They may say they hate you or you suck, but deep down they want more. They enjoy it, and when they boo the Dream, that means the Velveteen Dream is doing his job correctly.
Velveteen Dream: In 2018 the Dream was European champion and Prime Time champion. He sat so many naysayers down and proved to them why he's the best… But there's one person who won't go away...
Velveteen Dream: Jeff “the Charismatic Enigma” Hardy.
Velveteen Dream: The Dream didn't beat him just once, but twice! Yet he keeps coming back for more and this time he's bringing the Scottish Psychopath with him. A person who lost clean against Billy Gunn, so the Dream is bringing his European partner as well. His name? Marty Scurll.
Velveteen Dream: Villainous Dreams are taking over and tonight is the night we stake our claim against some of the best Drake Maverick has to offer. Maverick wants to punish us for Judgement Day, but what he fails to realise the only people he's punishing is Hardy and McIntyre when the Velveteen Dream and Marty Scurll break their sternum and their fingers.
The Dream smirks as he is still semi visible through the playing clips. The clip show finally comes to an end leaving us with the Dream and his smirk.
Velveteen Dream: 2019 is gonna be another great year for the Dream and the year of the Villainous Dreams.
The camera cuts to another angle as Dream whispers “2019”.
The camera cuts back to the hard camera as the Dream looks to face it again ending the promo with these words:
DREAM OVER!
The titantron cuts from the UWF Resistance graphic to a live feed from backstage, where Renee Young is standing by.
Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Jeff Hardy.
The Charismatic Enigma comes in, already dressed in his gear and ready to compete. He looks focused as ever, and so Renee gets right to it.
Young: Jeff, tonight you're teaming up with Drew McIntyre to take on Marty Scurll and Velveteen Dream. You and your partner are both coming off of losses at Judgement Day and have something of a - let's call it "strained" history. Are these factors you're worried about at all heading into the match?
Hardy: Worried? Nah. First off, me and McIntyre can work together just fine. Yeah, we had a match against each other not too long ago and it got a little heated, but that's just things how are in pro-wrestling, Renee. We're not all gonna be friends all the time. We're here to compete, and that's what we did, and it's in the past. We're not gonna be drivin' to towns together or hanging our after this, and we'll probably be fighting again before too long, but tonight's what's important.
I've been around the block a few times before, and Drew? Look at what he did last year. He came back to the UWF and went on a tear as the first ever UWF Prime Time Champion. The guy knows how to win. He knows what it takes to be successful in this sport. So even if it's just for one night, one match, I know we can put whatever differences we have aside so that we can handle business. No problem. No worries.
Young: And about both of you losing at Judgement Day?
Hardy: Right, right. I can't really speak for Drew. He sure as hell doesn't need me to make any excuses for him. What I will say is that some people called Billy Gunn winning an upset, so I imagine Drew is still pretty upset. The Scottish Psychopath isn't the guy you wanna fight when he's angry. I expect we're gonna see as dangerous a version of him as ever, and that's fine by me.
Jeff pauses, reflecting on his own defeat at the last pay-per-view before going on.
Now... um, yeah. Yeah. It sucks. It sucks getting screwed over again. It sucks watching Velveteen Dream parade the UWF Prime Time Championship around like it's something he earned instead of something he stole. It sucks that I haven't made good on my promise to humble him - yet. I don't expect Drake Maverick is about to hand me another title match and that's fair. Dream might not be a worthy champion, but lord knows, there's a long line of contenders who have earned their opportunity to be. But tonight I get at least one more crack at him. Not for the belt, no, but at least... well...
I hate to use a word like "revenge" cause it's so toxic and negative. That said, Dream's due for a beatdown and Marty's earned one, too. Their little tricks and games only work when they can sneak around in the shadows like rats. Now they're out in the open and right in front of me. Nowhere to hide, and I'm wise to the act now. Whatever talent they have between them, and I'll admit, I think there's some there - but they're used to shortcuts and the low road and the easy, lazy way out. They're not prepared for a real right, and that's exactly what I plan on giving them tonight. I've got a bone to pick with Dream and an ax to grind with Marty I owe to them and to myself to fighter harder than ever now.
Young: Alright. Moving on to what's next, the Royal Rumble is just around the corner - will you be participating?
Hardy: Honestly Renee, I try not to look past what's right in front of me. I've got a big match tonight and I'm a hundred percent focused on that. The Royal Rumble match is one of the highlights of the wrestling year. It would be an honour to be a part of that, but that's not my call. I will say that I don't turn down huge opportunities, and that I still feel like I have a lot to prove in this company and in my career as a whole. I plan on showing that today, and any time I'm lucky enough to have the chance to in the future.
Young: Fair enough. Well, thank you for your time Jeff and good luck in your match tonight.
Hardy: Yep. Thanks.
Hardy nods and walks away while Renee signs off. Resistance continues elsewhere.
Michael Buffer: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
McIntyre's theme blares throughout the arena as the crowd boo as McIntyre makes his way to the ring, his menacing mug getting plenty of camera time. When he hits the foot of the ramp he walks right up to the apron and reaches, grabbing the top rope and using it to pull himself up before entering over it and heading right for a turnbuckle where he poses for the crowd.
That done, McIntyre descends and waits in his corner for the arrival of his tag team partner and the opponents.
Michael Buffer: And his partner...
A dissonant, down-tuned hum buzzes through the PA, slowly taking sonic shape in harmony with a blur on titantron transforming into a highlight reel for wrestling's legendary daredevil...
Jeff Hardy runs out on to the ramp, waving his arms around as the fans scream and chant his name. Strobe lights haphazardly illuminate his illustrated face, a mask of war paint that serves to highlight the intensity and devil-may-care nature of the soul beneath it.
Buffer: Weighing in at 225 pounds... from Cameron, North Carolina... "The Charismatic Enigma" Jeff Hardy!
Hardy slides under the bottom rope and quickly climbs to the turnbuckle, leaning precariously over the edge, arms spread as the Resistance fans cheer for him. Tool's rhythmic frenzy blares in the background as Jeff scans the arena, taking in the energy of the people as he prepares to wrestle the match as though it were his last.
Michael Buffer: Introducing their opponents...
“TICK TICK TOCK, THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS GRINNING EAR TO EAR BABY,
TICK TICK TOCK THE TIME BOMB CLOCK,
TICKS COUNTING DOWN…
TICK, TICK STOP!”
The music of the UWF’s one and only Villain, Marty Scurll strikes into the building as the beat continues of the song. A mixed reaction is gave towards the Villain as he walks out of the curtain with a firm sneer in his villainous ways.
Michael Buffer: “From Cambridge, England, weighing in tonight at 183 lbs, he is "The Villain"! MAAAAAAAARTY SCURRRRRLL!”
The powerful figure stand on top of the stage as they look around at the audience they’re here to be in front of. Marty walks confidently to prove his dominance to the UWF Universe. He points his umbrella down the ramp to the ring as he slowly raises it back over his head.
Marty climbs through the ropes. Marty does so and then runs to the opposite side, knocking off his mask and hat in the process, throwing his umbrella up in the air for the UWF Universe’s mixed ovation.
He then takes to the rest of the ring bouncing off the ropes for all of the sides of the arena to get a sight of the Villain before his in ring competition. He then settles down, gives his mask and fur coat to the referee but places his umbrella carefully in the corner.
Michael Buffer: And his partner...
YOW!
Velveteen's theme starts, and Velveteen Dream comes out from Gorilla, looks at the crowd and poses. The crowd has mixed reactions to the Dream. They are impressed by his wrestling skills and promo work, but he can treat them with disrespect sometimes when he lets his ego inflate.
Michael Buffer: Making his way from Capitol City, Washington D.C, weighed in at 227 lbs, he is your Prime Time champion, "the Experience," the Velveteen Dream!
Velveteen then proceeds down the ramp in a very flamboyant, cocky, way. Completely sure he will beat his opponent and whoever tries to mess with him.
Velveteen Dream gets into the ring and spins around making sure everyone can experience the true experience of Velveteen Dream, showing off his beautiful and amazing body and attire. Once he finished spinning, he gets down and rolls on the ground
Making sure everyone can see him right in the middle of the ring doing what he does best, which is being better than everyone.
He then gets on his stomach, pushes himself backwards, stares at the camera, and gets up. He then takes out his mouth guard and puts it on, ready for his match.
DING DING DING!
As the bell sounds off, Drew and the Velveteen Dream are the two men to start this thing off. The Scottish brute slowly walks around the ring, while the Dream slowly sizes him up before going at him with a collar and elbow tie up. They both struggle, Dream more so as he has to keep shifting his feet, while Drew pushes the Dream down by the shoulders. The force is so powerful he gets the Dream down to a knee, before shifting his arms into a headlock on him, putting himself down to a knee to get an advantage as he wrenches the face with his forearm.
Matt Striker: With things getting underway, you can tell the Velveteen Dream was going for a more traditional approach to the big man, but there’s nothing traditional about McIntyre.
Mauro Ranallo: Very true Matt, and with McIntyre’s already impressive statue comes a ferocious mean streak on display right now.
Eventually Drew takes his knee and throws it into the gut of Dream, turning him on his back and putting in a headlock to keep Dream on his back. His shoulders are on the mat as the ref quickly counts.
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
The Dream kicks out easily, but Drew keeps on the offense by standing up and leaping back down with a knee drop to the gut! Dream is left gasping for air, but Drew is having none of it as he picks him up by the head and pushes him into the corner. Drew grins at him, before extending his arms and mocking the Dream with his own taunt! The crowd boo him as he runs at Dream now, who gets the boot up! Drew stands in place staggered a bit, but Dream leaps up to the second turnbuckle and dropkicks Drew away! He staggers back in the center of the ring now, but the Dream goes after him with multiple strikes to the face. Nothing is working, so the Dream finally reels back with a punch and strikes Drew so hard he’s fallen too a knee!
Mauro Ranallo: Look at the defense on McIntyre!
The Dream is shocked but he’s not giving up as he runs at McIntyre, but suddenly the Scottish Brute stands right back up, taking his arms under the Dream, and throwing him up and over his head with a belly to belly suplex! Dream spastically flops around for a bit, arcing his back in pain as Drew goes over and picks him up, looking at Scurll and telling him he’s next. With both hands on Dream’s throat, he lifts him up for some sort of double hand chokeslam, but the Dream is quick enough to swing his arm under Drew’s for an arm drag. The crowd are behind the Dream, but Drew is angered, as he runs at him for some attack. He’s scooped up and over, with the Dream using all of his strength for a body slam! He’s not finished as he puts a hand to his ear, running the ropes, and coming back for a Hulk Hogan style leg drop with a pin!
Matt Striker: Hey hey! A little throwback to former UWF Translantic Champion Hulk Hogan!
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Drew pushes the Dream off him, but with the advantage now, Dream puts the boots to Drew. He’s slowly standing up, taking each boot with an aggravated groan of pain before pushing Dream into his corner where Scurll gets a quick tag in. The Villain comes in, waving his arms like crow before ducking a lariat attempt from Drew. He’s pissed beyond belief at this and tries for another, before missing and getting hit with a bicycle kick that knocked him into the corner, where Jeff gets in a tag as Drew rolls down onto the apron to catch his breath. The Villain talks some trash towards Jeff as he walks in, but he’s thrown down with a double axe handle. He’s taken down with another, and Jeff lifts him up for an atomic drop that connects. Marty’s holding his groin but he’s tripped as Jeff hits a vintage double leg drop to the sternum, rolling himself back and hitting a dropkick to the face of Scurll before covering him up for a pin.
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Mauro Ranallo: So far this match has been back and fourth. But you have to ask what’s it gonna take for one of these teams to take advantage of their situation.
Jeff gets up and brings Marty with him, hitting a few chops to the chest that take him into the ropes. The Charismatic Enigma throws him from the ropes and goes for a strike, but the more swift Scurll dodges it and comes back with a knee lift to the stomach of Hardy that stops him in his tracks. Marty takes the arm, wrenches it, and kicks the shoulder blade of Hardy. He doesn’t stop as he throws him to the mat and takes the arm once again, kicking the shoulder again and again until the ref steps in, warning him of a DQ. Jeff groans in pain himself now, trying to shake feeling into his arm as he stands, but Marty grabs him by the head and belt and throws him shoulder first into the corner post! Drew hesitates as if he’s about to tag himself in, but opts not too, as Marty pulls Jeff over and puts his head under his arm, tucking the arm behind Jeff’s arm and lifting him up and down for a back suplex on the arm!
Matt Striker: Big impact on the arm! But it’s a little fishy how Drew couldn’t get to Jeff.
Mauro Ranallo: The Velveteen Dream packs a mean punch Matt, so I’m not surprised Drew isn’t too eager to get back in so quickly.
Marty quickly takes the arm of Jeff, twists it around and puts his knee to the back of Hardy, laughing like a stereotypical villain. The crowd boo this, but chant for the Charismatic Enigma to get some momentum. Jeff is in pain and tries to crawl to the ropes, but Marty having the advantages doesn’t allow it, pulling him in the middle of the ring now. Jeff is trying to stand, but Marty wishes to finish things early, as he twirls around and pops up yelling “CHICKENWING!” The crowd boo, but he’s in full control as he brings Jeff up to his base and locks the arm and neck of Jeff for the Chickenwing! They fall backwards, but Jeff was able to get his foot up to use some of the momentum, reversing it into a Split Leg Pin on Scurll!
...1!
...2!
...Kickout!
Scurll barely kicks out, and because of that The Dream rushes in for an assistance. Jeff still holding his shoulder tries for a kick but it’s caught. He’s left hopping on one foot before turning himself around and kicking Velveteen away into the corner with a mule kick! Scurll has just gotten up and tries stopping the momentum of Jeff, but he’s taken down with a one armed Sleeper Slam! The fans are behind him, but Dream suddenly runs over and pushes Jeff down with a shoulder block before putting the boots to him. The ref warns him to exit the ring, but he and Marty ignore the warning and pick up Jeff, throwing him at the turnbuckle for some type of double move, only for it to backfire as Hardy jumps at the post and comes back with a Whisper in the Wind on Villainous Dreams!
Matt Striker: What height by Hardy! He’s getting back into the swing of things!
The Dream is knocked clean out of the ring as he rolls out, while Marty writhes around holding his head. Drew is stomping his foot on the apron begging for a tag, with Hardy coming over and leaping for it, but suddenly, Drew takes back his hand and leaps off the apron, flipping Hardy the bird before starting to walk off!
Mauro Ranallo: What? Look at this! He’s throwing another match
Either way, it was a fun little promo, but I'd like to see more with just the Dream talking. Co promos are fun and all, and so are interviews, but one of the strongest points of my Jimmy Jacobs was talking directly to the audience. The Dream should have more depth in my mind, otherwise to dwindle him down to just comedy.
